“I THOUGHT WE ALREAD established that i wasn’t going to tell you what you need to know. you can keep following me all you want, but i’m still not changing my mind. not till you man up.”
“AN’ HERE I THOUGHT YOU would have changed your mind,” his done dripped of sarcasm as he took a step forward. “everything will end once you tell me what i want. if you don’t? well, i’m known to be quite creative in some circles.” his lips then pursed into a thin-line. “either way, i’m ready to end this little game of ours, but the real question is… are you?”
“I nearly gave in,” Abel confessed. He could have been in this man’s shoes, if he hadn’t been saved from such a fate. If it wasn’t for his brother, Abel would have been a demon, not an angel. And that wasn’t something Abel took for granted. “I know how hard it is to play a role like that. And I’m sorry.”
“you’re stronger than me.” a slight amount of truth from the lies he’d forced himself to say and ultimately believe for as long as he could remember. “i had a choice,” many choices actually, “once to leave this all behind, but I did what was expected of me.” or what he thought was expected at least. “always trying to get some sort of appreciation for my work,” even a ‘great job’ or ‘good work’ would have sufficed, “but…even that has gained me nothing.” a pause. “just more… criticism.” and no validation.
it’s the way that the man SPEAKS that tells volumes dripping in the bindings of the soldier’s history. it takes a moment for him to shake it off —- to truly relinquish all that he used to be ( an impossible journey, yet he tries…oh, he tries ) as a reminder that he was no longer a SOLDIER, he no longer served an army of any kind.
❛ —– well i’m not one of THEIRS ❜ not anymore. no. he’d been an asset, a fist meant to change the world as the way they saw fit — but not anymore, he simply wants the answers but this man didn’t seem inclined to just hand them over.
❛ all i want is an answer. you’re on a LIST, they want you dead. i want to know why. ❜
he’s teetering on the brink of attempting something dangerous, but no — even in his lapse of control he’s still too STRATEGIC for this and instead simply takes a quarter of a step closer, one ditch effort to show that he’s not there for MALICIOUS reasons, whatever had him on the list he’d prefer to ignore if for the better part of shaping the century.
❛ a long time ago i was brought in to erase names off a list, i don’t know who else is on it, most of the ones i found are already DEAD, so now i want to know why. ❜
it seems like a simple task to find out what the endgame was —- but the man took a step forward that risked a THREAT to his well being, the rise in his voice only brought the defensive stance from the well trained assassin himself and he huffs. again. not looking for a fight, but those words don’t come out, instead he meets the other man’s gaze with one that would have sent anyone else to their knees.
❛ NEITHER am i. so i just want answers. ❜
‘and i can’t give them!’ he wanted to already rip bucky apart. maybe then he’d stop talking and breathing. maybe then ky could get out of here and try to find another place to stay it for a night. over-sea’s was looking so much better by the day. so much more lively than here where it looked like he couldn’t even get any sort of rest.
‘everyone is on a list,’ he tried to keep himself from getting angry as he slammed his fist into a nearby wall. oh, he’d end up paying for that eventually – the slam was hard enough to make an big impact. an impression that served to show just how unstable he really was. ‘it doesn’t matter what it’s for – someone will always show up either in a suit or wth an army an’ give you an offer.’ that was the truth of things – ky didn’t exactly decline last time, but now? he wished he would have just accepted. maybe then he wouldn’t have to deal with any of this shit.
‘if you want answers,’ he said, taking in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly. his hands balling into fists as if maybe that way he’d be able to get somewhat centered as his voice was turned a bit shaky. ‘find them somewhere else.’
in all reality, ky didn’t think he had the answers, and even if he did? there was doubt it could have helped his situation too much – still, there was a slight chance that this could help him. if he played his cards correctly. ‘—i don’t,” he said, rubbing his knuckles, ‘i don’t have any answers – none that would amount to anything.’ a pause. ‘last time i started looking…’ he gestured towards the hole in the wall. ‘that started an’ a man in a very nice suit came to visit.’
oh, he wasn’t happy – not one bit about this. of all the people who decided today was the greatest day to grab his tail… it just had to be thor. sure, ky was being obnoxious – poking thor with it repeatedly, but to grab it? it was just pain out right rude! “let it go,” he said, almost to the point of snarling, “or i bite your hand off.”
❝ i know what you’re thinking; middle of nowhere, a guy comes up to you in a very fancy suit, and he has an offer for you. not just any offer, but a great one – all you have to do is sign a paper and you can rule the world. so, tell me…what is it you want, but instead of your soul… i just want a favor. one that i can claim at any time up to and past your inevitable demise. ❞
how to know if tumblr has been eating your asks: send yourself anywhere between 5-10 asks, ( anon or not ) but have each ask be nothing but an order in which you sent them.
i.e: the first ask says ‘1′, the second says ‘2′, etc etc.
i sent myself ten of these, both on anon and not. This was all i received back:
Tumblr is now eating asks along with notifications. We must be more interactive than ever if we want keep this form of entertainment we call the rpc. Go ahead and warn your friends or test this for yourselves.. This post is reblogable.
I just sent myself five of these. none of them came through.
whatever you do, don’t imagine ky in his true form walking around the house, or laying on the couch. with that note someone play with his tail.
He loathed to admit it, but the Silver Surfer wishes he could care less too. To not care about the universe, Earth, Zen-la, everything. But he had been down that route under Galactus and it was too high of a cost. “We must deal with things our own way I will concede. I cannot speak for your situation but I know for myself, not caring will never be an option. It is a burden I am willing to carry as long as I live. Perhaps someday your situation will change.”
“Not likely,” He said bluntly. “Dear ol’ family won’t allow that.” Then again, his family was complicated, and rarely did any family ‘reunion’s’ ever go well. They ended in violence, death, or even both. A reason to why he stayed away from them and usually any mention of either his Father or Grandfather. That way… they more than likely wouldn’t show up to ruin whatever little peace he had. “Caring is a weakness – one I know they would exploit.”
gaze shifts to the index finger pressed to your suit , ❛ don’t touch me . ❜
“ will you look at that! you can say more than simply no! ” his tone dripped with sarcasm as he moved his hand back. “ think about it this way; you give me what i want and i’ll go away… peacefully. ”
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